Last night, we watched a revealing documentary about Trump's rise to power (shown on Australian TV). There was a lot of mutual antagonism between him and Obama, especially after Trump challenged Obama to prove he was born in America by showing his birth certificate. Later Obama retaliated by publicly humiliating Trump with pointed criticism at a high society dinner. It was this occasion, the documentary claimed, that Trump decided to run for President.

Love it, but I'm reminded of a long-ago student party I attended in which someone had plasticized a photo of Ronald Reagan to the inside of a toilet bowl...Every time number two came out, it went into Reagan's mouth, symbolic of what came out of it. I've never wished for a dick before but certainly could use one there!

None of us have yet figured out his platform. It appears that he is trying to make Amreeka great again for sexual fetishists, sexual predators, bankrupts, and Russian invasions. A curious platform for Republicans to fall in line with. They usually only let their freak flag fly in their little white supremacist closets.

Among many other things I feared when Trump trumped was to see his visage on a daily, nay hourly, basis, plastered all over the news. And that's before he even opens that ghastly and often contorted abomination of a mouth.

This morning (ca 0600 hrs)lived up to expectation. So I thought I'd take myself off to Gently aka Disasterfilm aka John to balance out the horrors of the front page and dive into the more tranquil world of a Welsh village and household, even if adorned with occasional shit, And what do I find? Oh, John, is there no escape?

Regarding birth cetificates, see bill maher challenging trump to prove his father isnt an orange orangutan. I realuze this an insult to animal kingdom. The trump is obviously a mutant of the worst sort.